Nosferatu Banks – Alex Osman
December 17, 2021
Daryl Banks, a whole world of shit in the eye of a tornado. He came out of the womb, and never stopped screaming. Everywhere he went, he left a slimy slug trail. He could sing and imitate Whitman so well, they called him Slim’s Ghost. There he goes, floating around bar to bar like a phantasm in vibrato. A transparent karaoke god in a shithole tavern. One would wonder if Slim’s spirit pulled the levers on that boy like a master ventriloquist. Daryl the Dummy hahahahaha. The ladies loved to see his gunshot wound. It had him backstroking in pussy, absolutely dog-paddlin’. Take off that mask, I wanna see what you look like. He killed all his brothers and sisters.
He said he watched his muscles atrophy into a similar anatomy to God. When his perception of himself altered, I never fucking heard the end of it. Both the dark and the camera play tricks. He was a real mean bastard. He was a real son of a bitch. Daryl the Asshole.
That boy’s scary as hell. A modern day Dracula, sucking the life out of everything he sees. He just doesn’t give a fuck. A scar in the crude shape of a gun on his left bicep. If he hurts you, don’t take it personally. You’re just one of a million, baby. Nosferatu Banks.
Take off that fuckin’ mask, I wanna see what you look like. He killed all his brothers and sisters. I regret the day I ever met that fucker, he ruined my life. Daryl Banks. Daryl the Dummy. Daryl the Asshole. Nosferatu Banks.